These days, every moment that Nan Changfeng had spent with the Ninth Emperor flashed through his mind throughout his entire dream felt like a slow-motion replay—the moment they knew each other, the moment of passing.
Although he was taking charge of his own body, he could not control the things in his mind. He was like a passer-by, watching everything that was happening in the world on the sidelines.
Over and over again, the story of Nan Changfeng and the Ninth Emperor flashed through his mind, but he was not capable of voicing out his thought.
This time, he could finally express himself.
On top of that…
He felt as if there was a piece of a feather brushing against his lips, it was so warm and familiar.
It felt like Qing'er…
Qing'er must have come to him!
He could no longer stay in this world. He must not leave her alone.
